The three men on board looked like they were barely holding on. They’d been under a tarp for more than 12 hours with no breeze or fresh air. The Caribbean sun had practically cooked them. As they climbed over to the red hull, Cole and the older guy from the bow hopped over onto the Go-Fast. The driver stayed on the red hull. Cole looked his crewman over and realized quickly that the guy was stoned. Whatever, he thought. Cole looked back a bit unsure since he’d always run with Diego and Hector, but the driver waved and pushed himself away from Cole’s new boat.
Cole turned the keys in the ignition and the engines came to life with the usual shudder. The fuel tanks were full along with two more drums behind him. Cole’s stoned crew member went about checking the lines for a minute or two befo
